"The table's small. You two squeeze together and make room for them!"
The Old Woman complained to the Black Person and Hoffman.
One was a big guy, and the other thought highly of himself. They were taking up too much space.
"OK!"
The Black Person immediately shrank back, like he was freezing in the middle of a blizzard.
Hoffman was reluctant, but the pollution had only just begun, and he didn't dare fly off the handle, so he could only put up with it.
After a minute of fussing, everyone finally squeezed around the table.
The Old Woman lifted the lid off the clay pot. A delicious aroma immediately wafted out, but nobody had time to savor it.
As soon as she lifted the lid, the pot let out a baby's piercing wail. It sounded terrifying.
"Holy crap, is this Claypot Rice really made with a baby?"
Liao Hongming was badly startled.
The crying sounded as if a baby's vengeful spirit had attached itself to the pot.
The Old Woman was a practical woman. She served up a big bowl of rice and handed it to the younger mistress beside her.
The younger mistress didn't want to take it, so she looked at the middle-aged man.
"Don't be shy!"
The Old Woman smiled kindly.
The younger mistress thought, I'm not being shy. I'm scared.
[Take the bowl!]
God of Gluttony commented: [The last person to get one is going to have bad luck!]
"Granny, I'm hungry. Give me a bowl first!"
Even without God of Gluttony's warning, Lin Baici had planned to ask for a bowl himself. It was obvious he couldn't avoid this.
The Old Woman handed the bowl to Lin Baici.
Lin Baici gave Xia Hongyao and Gu Qingqiu a look.
"Granny, give me a bowl too!"
Cowgirl